When I heard of Iasos’s ascendance, I threw on 1979’s excellent Crystal Love. Like most of his early cassettes, Crystal Love is comprised of two side-long slices of infinite bliss. Here are endless undulating harmonies of synthesizer and zither forever folding into one another like cirrus clouds. And the way Iasos turns his inimitable echo-laden lap steel into a celestial transmission. In its sheer otherworldly force, one can convince oneself that rather than pressing play on a track, you have simply tuned into a song that was always there . . .
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